Benchwarmer

I'm in another city, so that basically means I'm out of the Craigslist game for the rest of the week. But I can't help myself from poking at it like it's a hornet's nest I found lying on the ground.

And oh boy does it sting. I want these doors. Want. Them.

I have no place and no plan for them, but I just know my life would be much more complete if I could only add "pair of carriage doors" to my ever-growing pile of treasures.